The Confession

The next day, Yao Ling didn't even let Xiao Yu help her which earn the confusion of the later. She didn't want Xiao Yu to see the ridiculous things that Yao Ying did to her body --- the epic stupid garden on her upper breasts. When Yao Ying had given up jump into their bed, she finally able to go to sleep and wrapped herself inside the quilt. She pretended to sleep until she felt that Yao Ying's breath was steady, after that, she let herself relax and sleep along with him.

The man had been gone by the time she woke up. She overslept and didn't send him out that morning. Well... it was fine. He should curry favor to her first, on the other hand, she also needed to talk to Xiao Yu.

After she finished wearing her ruqun, she called Xiao Yu, "Xiao Yu, come in!"